Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Chunni followed her young lady in a hurry, holding a thick coat in her hands, and yawning because she was so sleepy.

Originally, the young lady said that she didn't need to serve her anymore, but Chunni gritted her teeth and insisted on coming along, saying that she was the young lady's maid.

How could the young lady not sleep? She is sleeping in. This is not allowed!

But as they walked further forward, Chunni realized something was wrong. On both sides of the corridor were soldiers holding torches. They had black iron masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

The night is silent.

This road...seems to lead out of the palace.

Chunni's steps began to become a little unsteady, and he followed his young lady closely, fearing that if he fell behind, he would be engulfed by the darkness.

"Your Highness, I have obtained the backup doorplates of the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of War, and the staff is ready. Your Highness, do you want to go to the archives immediately?"

The elusive shadow guard in front came to report. His figure seemed to blend into the darkness. If it weren't for his clearly enunciated words, Chunni would have thought that there was no one in front.

Zhao Changlin raised his eyes, and he had already made up his mind.

“It’s business as usual.”

"Replace the less courageous officials in the two ministries... and keep the more prominent ones."

If my guess is correct, this person is very familiar with the operations between the royal family and the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works, and he is probably in some way colluding with the prominent officials in the two ministries.

The production of arrows, from the initial purchase to the final transportation to the northern front, is controlled by the people of the two departments, and they have the courage to do these things.

I'm afraid this maggot is quite big.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I humble my duty and obey my orders."

"Lord Di has been ordered to guard the tower, and crossbowmen have been deployed at the other escape points."

Hearing that the plan had been carried out as he expected, Zhao Changlin nodded. Although this plan was a temporary uprising, his understanding of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works might not be much worse than that person's.

The firelight reflected on Zhao Changlin's profile. She pursed her red lips and let the night breeze blow her hair.

Turning around, Zhao Changlin stretched out his hand and quietly held Xia Zhiyuan's palm.

His palm was originally hidden under the soft rabbit fur. Xia Zhiyuan was a little nervous, with his fingertips against the palm of his hand. It was not because he was afraid of the thieves coming, but because the palace was a little spooky at night.

White banners were hung everywhere to express the sorrow for the passing of the late emperor.

Even when the few people came out just now, they could hear faint sobbing sounds in the distance. Xia Zhiyuan had stayed in the palace for a few days, so he naturally knew that the place was the famous cold palace.

Most of them are concubines who have made mistakes, or concubines who are disliked and hated by the emperor.

The concubines in the cold palace were crying, perhaps not to mourn their dead husbands, but more because...if the emperor died, they would become completely rootless.

Although the imperial court had abolished the system of concubines being buried alive with their husbands fifty years ago, they were already very old when they came out of the cold palace, so if they were from a large family, they still had a place to go.

But, return to the clan.

You will definitely be looked down upon, despised and gossiped about.

Zhao Changlin was obviously accustomed to these things. She had the familiar long sword on her waist, and the golden dragon was shining brightly under the reflection of the fire.

It's like coming alive.

"Don't be afraid."

Xia Zhiyuan felt his body being pulled slightly forward, closer to His Highness.

Zhao Changlin was not deaf, so he naturally heard the crying sounds coming from the cold palace, which were intermittent and sounded like sobs and complaints.

"If I ascend the throne, I will help them arrange a good place to go."

Her voice blended into the night. Although His Highness's promise was light, Xia Zhiyuan knew that His Highness would definitely fulfill his words.

“Ji-won knows.”

"Ji Yuan believes in Your Highness."

What's more, Zhao Changlin dared not to make any more promises. He had to plan carefully and not be arrogant, otherwise he would be careless and lose Jingzhou.

……

The archives were brightly lit. Due to the emperor's death, the reign was about to be changed, and all previous archives were divided according to the reign, so they had to move out the previous records.

"This job with no lucrative benefits is picked up by us brothers."

The man held a thick blue book in his hand, yawned, and brushed off the dust on his body.

Although there were people who came to clean the place every day, the illiterate servants did not dare to turn over the archives, for fear of damaging even a corner and losing their jobs in the palace.

"Brother Ma, why don't you eat meat?"

"Everyone knows that your brother has been admitted to the Imperial Academy this year. If the new emperor ascends the throne, he will certainly promote talents from the Imperial Academy. When that happens, your brother will be assigned a high position, and you will also be promoted to a higher position!"

"It's us, the poor brothers, who are still living a miserable life here."

They were quick and efficient, and in a short while they had sorted out many volumes. These volumes were all stacked in a large box, and would soon be sent to the royal treasury.

When you want to check it later, it won’t be as easy as it is now.

"Please don't embarrass me. My brother is my brother and I am me. What does my brother's success have to do with me?"

The man curled his lips, and it was obvious that the boss was unhappy.

"If I were transferred to work under my brother, I would rather stay here and read books every day. At least, I can have fun chatting with you brothers..."

As the night deepened, the group became more and more excited as they talked. Suddenly, they heard a slight sound by their ears, and then saw a cylindrical object rolling in from the crack in the door.

That thing was still emitting faint flames and white smoke.

"Someone wants to set a fire!"

"Hurry up..."

Before they could finish their words, several people collapsed to the ground, staggering around.

"What on earth is this..."

Everyone in the room fell to the ground. White smoke was still rising gradually and soon filled the entire room.

Then, their eyes gradually felt sleepy, and the two or three of them fell asleep on the ground in an instant.

I don’t know how much time passed.

There was a slight "creaking" sound from the crack of the door, and a pair of black boots gently poked out from the crack. The black man was wrapped tightly, wearing a light black armor and a mask on his face.

Only two pairs of eyes were revealed.

He bent down, picked up the long cylindrical fire starter, put it in his arms, then looked up at the officials who were lying on the ground.

Vulnerable.

That's what these civil servants are like.

He took out a delicate bamboo tube hidden at his waist, which contained fuel oil. He wanted to burn such a large library cleanly without leaving any traces.

It must be doused with fuel.

He tapped the lid with his fingertips and twisted it outward three times to open the bamboo lid.

Just as the man in black was about to throw it at the bookshelf, he heard a sound of something breaking through the air and breaking through the window.

The long arrow shot towards his face.

What a fatal move!